An Unexpected Brick Workout

An Unexpected Brick Workout

Post by fesen.. » Fri, 10 Apr 1998 04:00:00


I definitely have been stricken with the IM virus in a big way.  Last night I
set out on a bike ride to take advantage of the extra hour of daylight and
get a second training session in for the day.  I planned to ride about 26
miles in 3 laps around a circuit I have in the neighborhood.  I got 18 miles
into the ride and suddenly theres no air in my rear tire.  Naturally being
the well-prepared individual I can sometimes be, I didnt have a patch kit,
spare tube, etc.  Before being infected with the IM virus, Id have shouted

with my lower lip stuck out and then knocked on the nearest door and called
my wife to have her pick me up.

However, in the feverish state of mind brought on by this virus, I reacted in
a totally uncharacteristic manner.  I looked at the freshly mown grass
between the road and the sidewalk and suddenly decided that since I was a
triathlete in training, I really needed to do a brick.  Off come the shoes
and the next thing you know Im running barefoot through the grass pushing my
bike the 2 ? miles home.  Lost in my second childhood I ignored the worried
glances of the suburbanites I ran past.  I did, however, stop and explain the
logic of my actions to the policeman who asked me what exactly I was up to
(dont think he understood).

Just had to share that with you all since some of you are to blame for
infecting me with this insidious virus.  I just hope I can maintain the same
level of feverish reasoning through the end of my first IM at the GFT.

Train Hard, Finish Strong!

Gordon (Yakabo) Fesenger

PS: tried to post this yesterday but it never showed up, hopefully the first
attempt won't mysteriously appear!

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An Unexpected Brick Workout

Post by fesen.. » Fri, 10 Apr 1998 04:00:00

I definitely have been stricken with the IM virus in a big way.  Last night I
set out on a bike ride to take advantage of the extra hour of daylight and
get a second training session in for the day.  I planned to ride about 26
miles in 3 laps around a circuit I have in the neighborhood.  I got 18 miles
into the ride and suddenly theres no air in my rear tire.  Naturally being
the well-prepared individual I can sometimes be, I didnt have a patch kit,
spare tube, etc.  Before being infected with the IM virus, Id have shouted

with my lower lip stuck out and then knocked on the nearest door and called
my wife to have her pick me up.

However, in the feverish state of mind brought on by this virus, I reacted in
a totally uncharacteristic manner.  I looked at the freshly mown grass
between the road and the sidewalk and suddenly decided that since I was a
triathlete in training, I really needed to do a brick.  Off come the shoes
and the next thing you know Im running barefoot through the grass pushing my
bike the 2 ? miles home.  Lost in my second childhood I ignored the worried
glances of the suburbanites I ran past.  I did, however, stop and explain the
logic of my actions to the policeman who asked me what exactly I was up to
(dont think he understood).

Just had to share that with you all since some of you are to blame for
infecting me with this insidious virus.  I just hope I can maintain the same
level of feverish reasoning through the end of my first IM at the GFT.

Train Hard, Finish Strong!

Gordon (Yakabo) Fesenger

PS: tried to post this yesterday but it never showed up, hopefully the first
attempt won't mysteriously appear!

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An Unexpected Brick Workout

Post by Stacy Hill » Sat, 11 Apr 1998 04:00:00

|I definitely have been stricken with the IM virus in a big way.  Last night I
|set out on a bike ride to take advantage of the extra hour of daylight and
|get a second training session in for the day.  I planned to ride about 26
|miles in 3 laps around a circuit I have in the neighborhood.  I got 18 miles
|into the ride and suddenly theres no air in my rear tire.  Naturally being
|the well-prepared individual I can sometimes be, I didnt have a patch kit,
|spare tube, etc.  Before being infected with the IM virus, Id have shouted

|with my lower lip stuck out and then knocked on the nearest door and called
|my wife to have her pick me up.
|
|However, in the feverish state of mind brought on by this virus, I reacted in
|a totally uncharacteristic manner.  I looked at the freshly mown grass
|between the road and the sidewalk and suddenly decided that since I was a
|triathlete in training, I really needed to do a brick.  Off come the shoes
|and the next thing you know Im running barefoot through the grass pushing my
|bike the 2 ? miles home.  Lost in my second childhood I ignored the worried
|glances of the suburbanites I ran past.  I did, however, stop and explain the
|logic of my actions to the policeman who asked me what exactly I was up to
|(dont think he understood).

You've just got to check out the poem by Lieb Dodell on the back page of this month's Inside Triathlon.  He writes about a very similar situation.  I'm beginning to start reading Inside Tri beginning inside the back cover just like I do Triathlete, maybe even more so.

Stacy Hills

Reston, VA